The peaceful daily life of the heroine in the other world

She saw a girl who was so pale that she looked almost sickly.

Her long black hair was dyed gray, and her whole body looked like snow, white and transparent, weak and powerless, and she had lost a lot of weight.

Although she was so frail, she was more beautiful than ever before, so beautiful that even she herself felt inferior to her.

Her hands trembled and the corners of her mouth quivered a few times, but she seemed unable to speak.

This was the first time Hoshikawa Kitaka saw her look helpless.

The transparent grey pupils turned slightly and looked at him.

She gently opened her lips and whispered.

"sorry......"

The next moment, the girl slowly closed her eyes.

No longer speaking, no longer looking at me coldly, no longer sitting in front of me with my back straight, turning the pages of the book indifferently.

Hoshikawa Kitaka felt her breathing suddenly stop for a moment.

Dream...

Is this... a dream?

This must be a dream.

“—Ding ding ding!!”

The heartbeat line suddenly became a straight line, and the machine made a disturbing sound.

As the girl's heart stopped beating, the whole world began to crumble like a broken mirror!!

Who cares whether this is a dream or not!

She instinctively rushed forward and wanted to hold the girl's hand.

But the hospital bed in front of him was getting farther and farther away.

“No…don’t…”

Her hand grabbed nothing.

The sleeping girl fell through the debris and into the abyss.

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ps: Sorry, I stopped updating yesterday.

Mainly these important chapters, I deleted and revised them several times but was still not satisfied. Now I have revised them and posted them. I don’t know how they will look, so I’ll just throw out 3k first.

There are still 2 words left. I'll post another 4 words later. Otherwise, I'm afraid that tomorrow's words will not be enough, and the full attendance will be gone...

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They Are Also Second Week: Chapter 87 Everyone Has Something to Say to Their Parents

"fraud..."

Hoshikawa Kitaka suddenly came to her senses, her back covered in cold sweat, and the inexplicable chill made her body tremble uncontrollably.

She was still standing, but the familiar name engraved on the tombstone seemed to have some kind of magic, suddenly triggering a switch, causing all the good and bad things in her mind to pour out of her head.

It makes people feel a little scared.

"What were those just now..."

"It's strange...but...I can't remember clearly..."

She remembered something very sad.

Someone died...

Is there a minister in there?

In the end, what is...

The harder I tried to recall, the more my head hurt, just like the feeling just now.

It feels like needles piercing my brain.

"I didn't eat dinner and I'm too hungry... Is that why?"

"Do not..."

Hoshikawa Kitaka thought of a reasonable explanation in a trance, took a deep breath, and let the things in her mind sink and sink little by little, forcing everything back into her heart.

The pain was so severe that she didn't dare to think about it anymore, but the things in her memory became increasingly vague, which made her deeply certain of one thing: she must have forgotten something.

But what exactly?

After a long while, I took out the milk from my bag and took a few big sips. As the cold milky liquid went down my throat, I felt a little better and the memories in my mind faded away like the tide.

After resting for a while, she breathed a sigh of relief and focused her gaze on the tombstone in front of her again.

The tombstone is very short, probably only as high as my knees.

The last time I came to see it seemed like a year ago.

When I came here at that time, I was probably still resentful of them for leaving without saying goodbye.

So, he just took a quick look and left without saying a word, without even putting down the flowers.

I have to say that this tomb is really simple.

There is no group photo on the tombstone.

Not only that, there is no epitaph and no life story.

There isn't even a date.

There was only a line of empty, cold words hanging on the stone tablet, which read the name of the owner who was sleeping there.

No, perhaps even whether their remains are underground is still unknown.

Looking at the name and thinking about the past, I realized that we didn’t actually have much experience of getting along.

They always seem to be busy, usually very busy, as if everything is weighing on them, and sometimes we don't see each other for several days.

But when you need them or when you are being bullied, they always seem to be there.

They just missed out once in their lives...

Well...

No wonder they say good people can't make mistakes.

One wrong thing will change everything you have done in the past...

I seem to have wondered why everyone takes their parents’ love for granted?

Now I realize that I have no right to criticize others.

Under the pale moonlight, Hoshikawa Kitaka's breathing was a little rapid, affected by the inexplicable thought that just came to her mind, which seemed like a dream.

But after a long silence, he suddenly smiled with relief.

"...It turns out everyone is the same."

She squatted down, casually brushed off the dust on the ground, then sat down on the ground nonchalantly, placing the milk carton beside her.

"Unfilial daughter, I'm here to see you."

“…”

There was only the whisper of the wind and the rustling of leaves in response.

In the cemetery, which is half a wasteland, the sand and stones are so painful that it is uncomfortable to stand or sit.

Hoshikawa Kitaka moved her body, straightened the white lily in her hand, which was a little wrinkled but still in full bloom, and placed it in front of the tombstone.

"Dad, Mom, I'm already in high school."

"Your grades are as good as before, and you haven't brought shame to our family. You should be able to get into your old university."

"I'm very popular in my new school now. It's only been a week since the start of the semester and I've already made so many new friends."

"I also joined an interesting club, and the club leader is the daughter of your high school best friend..."

“…”

She hesitated for a moment, then muttered to herself, "I'm different now, and someone likes me..."

"That's right, I don't know if you will accept her."

The wind is quiet and a little cold, but it is cool and makes people feel comfortable.

"Oh, and besides, I'm actually living a pretty good life now. I can take care of myself, so you two don't have to worry about me anymore."

"Although the house we live in is not as big as ours before, I live comfortably and it's no worse than before."

The image of a bedroom filled with beds and wardrobes flashed through my mind.

"I eat three meals a day and have a full meal every day."

She picked up the milk carton and wanted to take a sip, but found it was empty and put it down again.

"I go to bed early and get up early every day, and I am in good health."

The girl curled up slightly, hugged her knees with her overly white hands, and buried her pale face in them.

"...Anyway, I'm really living a good and happy life every day now..."

"I, I didn't lie to you."

"So, you don't have to worry about me anymore..."

She raised her head slightly, stretched out her hand, sat on the ground, and stroked the top of the small tombstone.

"You are not as tall as me now..."

A thin layer of dust rubbed off the pink palm.

The girl rubbed her fingertips gently, and the dust fell.

The night is getting dark, the wind is blowing and the birds are singing. The light under the moon is dim and can't illuminate the things in front of us.

“..Say something back…”

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly. "You can scold me... You can scold me too..."

So cold.

So hungry.

sleepy.

.....

....So annoying.

I hate being alone in an empty corner, crying my heart out without caring about anything.

I hate the feeling of having so many things to say but not knowing how to start.

I hate myself for not being able to speak my true feelings honestly and frankly..

All...hate it.

No one responded, and it was so quiet that the only sound was the wind.

She suddenly felt like a fool, saying so much to a broken stone tablet that might have nothing underneath.

As if that would allow them to hear it.

As if this could make up for the debts of the past.

“…”

"Kitaka."

“…”